When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

The three of Jiang Mo stayed outside the tribe for half a day, and they observed something more or less.

The tribe of the aborigines is not that big, with a total of only thirty or fifty houses and two or three hundred people. Both men and women in their prime of life went out to hunt, and the remaining young children ran around the tribe, the old man leaned against the door or the wall to bask in the sun, and the teenagers all gathered in one place to exercise their fists, feet, bows and arrows. At first glance, it looks peaceful and peaceful.

The three of Jiang Mo hid in the tree and watched for a while, most of them were still watching those young people practicing—they already knew that the aborigines on this island did not practice cultivation, but they did possess impressive powers, which made people curious about those powers Where did it come from.

It's a pity that after looking at it for a long time, I didn't see much clues.

Only Zhongheng traveled around in his early years, and he was well-informed. Looking at the fists and feet practiced by the aborigines, he could vaguely see the shadow of some body-training exercises. After thinking for a while, he talked to the two of them.

After hearing this, the two looked at each other, and Jiang Mo said, "Although the deep sea is far away from the mainland, it seems that the two sides are not unconnected."

Yun Qingyue nodded even more: "Maybe these people in front of me are the descendants of monks who fell here ten thousand years ago."

All three of them felt that this guess was reasonable, but they still maintained enough vigilance in the face of the attitude of these natives—the tribe that Zhong Heng found earlier along the traces of human blood did not seem to be friendly to outsiders. Even if you want to get in touch, and want to inquire about something from the other party, you really don't have to be in a hurry.

After half a day like this, Zhongheng glanced at the native boy who was still hanging on the tree branch, and said to the two of them: "This kid looked like he was on duty before, but now that half a day has passed, I'm afraid someone will come to change his shift. "

Jiang Mo and Yun Qingyue felt the same way, so the three of them decided to withdraw first.

Zhong Heng did his part to pick him up again, intending to take him away for interrogation, maybe he could learn some news about the island.

The three of them made a decision and were about to leave when Yun Qingyue caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and stopped them with a raised arm: "Wait!"

Zhongheng carried the man on his shoulders, and Jiang Mo did the same. Then the two followed Yun Qingyue's gaze, and saw a group of more than a dozen people coming towards the tribe not far away. They were dressed in sackcloth and carried knives and arrows. Although they were not the team that Jiang Mo and the others had met before, they looked familiar to them as a hunting team from this tribe.

But this is not the point, the point is the "prey" carried by these people. The figures carried on their shoulders are not monsters, but individual people. Judging by their attire, it was obvious that they were the monks on the same boat.

Jiang Mo caught a glimpse of a figure in a blink of an eye, immediately tugged on the senior sister's sleeve, and pointed to one of them to show her.

In fact, Jiang Mo didn't need to point it out, the little monk's bald head was almost reflective in the sun, and it was the most eye-catching among the prisoners. Not to mention Jiang Mo, Yun Qingyue and Zhong Heng were also attracted at a glance, so who is the one in the white monk's robe but Tan Xin? And beside him, there was another acquaintance, You Yi.

The condition of both of them is not very good, with obvious injuries on their bodies, and they also look disheveled and embarrassed. But compared to the rest of the monks who could only be carried back, their situation seemed to be much better.

When the three of Jiang Mo saw them, they couldn't help but feel a little bit relieved - other monks were fine, Tan Xin and You Yi were both outstanding figures of the younger generation of the sect. You Yi's Dharma cultivation is fragile, but Buddhist cultivation is notoriously resistant to fighting, not even worse than physical cultivation. On Samejima, which has lost its spiritual power, he should have been extremely dominant, but now he is still defeated and captured.

This group of natives is really not easy to mess with, at least right now they are absolutely invincible.

The three of Jiang Mo didn't dare to show their faces at all. They didn't leave quietly until the returning hunting team returned to the tribe and saw the natives locked Tan Xin and others in the largest room in the tribe.

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"I thought the largest room was the residence of the tribe's chief, so it was used to lock up people?" Jiang Mo walked far away from the tribe and finally couldn't help but say: "The four hundred monks on the ghost ship As for the people, one-tenth of the group was arrested just now, and I don’t know what happened to the rest of them, and how many people were locked up in that house.”

This topic is a bit heavy, after all, Zhongheng and Yun Qingyue are not heartless like Jiang Mo. Xuanqingzong and other people are on the island, and Zhong Heng cares about the same sect. Although Yun Qingyue has been away from the sect for many years, he may not be able to let go of his former friendship.

Zhong Heng carried the captive boy all the way, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Senior Sister, are we going to save someone?"

Yun Qingyue nodded without thinking too much, she should be going. Not to mention that Su Hao and his peers may be captured, even the Tan Xin You Yi you saw just now is old, and now they are bumped into each other on this deserted island, how can you watch the other party in distress? It's just that the current situation is unclear, and the strength is also limited. If you want to save people, you need to think long-term.

The three of them had been driving for a day, and they were familiar with the difficult paths on the island, so they could leave the tribe quickly. After running for less than half an hour in one breath, it was tens of miles away from the tribe before stopping.

Zhong Heng threw the captive he was carrying on the ground, but he knocked too hard before, and now he didn't wake up after falling.

"Do you want to interrogate first?" Zhong Heng pointed at the boy and said.

Yun Qingyue nodded: "Alright."

So Zhongheng was not polite, he raised the boy and shook it carefully for a few times, but he didn't wake up, so he took out the bone knife from his waist and slashed on the man's arm. Blood gushed out instantly, and the boy was finally awakened by the pain. When he opened his eyes and saw this scene, he immediately covered his wound and began to murmur. But judging by the tone of voice and demeanor, it wasn't just a nice thing to say, it was probably cursing.

In front of his senior sister, Zhong Heng is an obedient junior who refuses to admit defeat, and he is hard-working and good-tempered in front of the little white tiger, but his methods are not soft when dealing with others. Seeing the young man cursing endlessly, he slashed down fiercely without saying a word.

The young man was taken aback. Fortunately, years of training had paid off, and he rolled and dodged in the nick of time.

This is of course also due to Zhongheng's mercy, he turned his wrist, and the bone knife cut against the boy's head again. The boy dodged again in fright, but this time the blade was close to the scalp, shaving off a bunch of hair.

Twice like this, the boy also realized that he was a ruthless character in front of him, so when the bone knife was attached to his neck, he finally restrained himself.

Zhong Heng was quite satisfied with the effect, but he didn't show it on the face, instead he forced that handsome face to look a little more aggressive. Then he said to the boy in a vicious voice, "I'll ask you a few questions, and you have to answer them honestly, you understand?"

The young man listened to him, but his eyes showed a bit of bewilderment.

Jiang Mo watched from the side, and whispered to Yun Qingyue, "Why doesn't he seem to understand?"

Yun Qingyue and Zhong Heng also noticed it, but the matter has come to this point, they always have to try. What's more, the three of them had heard these natives speak before, and although the tone of voice was a little strange, they could vaguely understand a thing or two.

The reverse should also be the same, the boy's behavior at this time does not know how true or false it is.

Zhong Heng was muttering in his heart, but on the surface he didn't waver at all, he slashed the young man's shoulder with the back of the knife as soon as he turned the blade. Seeing him showing panic while suffering from pain, he said again: "Don't play dumb with me, I know you understand."

That boy was so young. Although the aborigines on the island are powerful, they cannot prolong their lifespan if they do not cultivate themselves. The oldest member of the tribe is only about two hundred years old. In contrast, the native boy is a real boy, and although Zhong Heng looks like a boy, he is already over a hundred years old. Based on his experience, it was easy to see the flash of ferocity in the young man's eyes.

He really understood!

Zhong Heng had a solid idea in his mind, and his eyes turned to the robe on the young man's body, which obviously belonged to the ghost ship monk. So he pulled the robe and asked him, "Where did you get this clothes?"

The young man thought he was going to ask some secrets, but he didn't expect to ask about the clothes. After a moment of surprise, he said, "I picked it up."

The tone of voice was a little weird, and Jiang Mo and the others took a while to understand what he said. But Zhong Heng didn't believe such an answer, so he just slapped him and said sharply: "Don't try to lie to me, or you will have nothing to eat!" After speaking, he pulled him up again, and asked again: "I'll ask again. You, where did you get this dress?!"

Zhongheng's weapon is the epee. Although the magic weapon is always in the hands of the monk, the weapon can more or less reflect the emphasis of the monk. If Yun Qingyue's swordsmanship is elegant and sharp, he would never use an epee as a weapon. And since Zhong Heng used the heavy sword, his own practice naturally focused on strength. Even if he lost his spiritual power now, his slap was not something ordinary people could bear.

That indigenous boy was slapped by this slap, and he really didn't think it was any better than being slapped by a bear. At that moment, his mind was buzzing, and even half of his body was a little numb, so naturally he couldn't hear Zhong Heng's words clearly.

Zhongheng asked the question a third time, and impatiently moved the bone knife a little closer, cutting the man's neck.

If it was an important secret, the aborigine boy might insist on keeping it secret, but the origin of the clothes was just a trivial matter to him, so he didn't insist very much. After being so frightened and beaten again, he finally let go and compromised: "I snatched it."

Seeing that he was willing to let go, Zhong Heng knew that there was a crack in the interrogation, so he continued to ask, "What about the person who was robbed?"

The indigenous boy rolled his eyes: "Run away."

This person really doesn't remember to slap, the slap marks on his face have not disappeared yet, and he dares to talk nonsense again. Zhong Heng couldn't help laughing angrily, and was about to beat the boy up a couple more times to make him more honest, and then continue the interrogation, when suddenly someone slapped him on the shoulder.

Zhong Heng turned his head, but Jiang Mo held a pill in his hand and handed it to him: "Give him a try."

A group of people went to Same Island and couldn't even open the storage space, so naturally they couldn't take out the pills, and I don't know where Jiang Mo got the pills. But Zhong Heng didn't ask, and just took it and stuffed it into the mouth of the native boy, intending to see the effect of the medicine with his own eyes. The effect of the medicine also came very quickly, and within a short time, the boy burst out laughing, rolling on the ground while laughing.

This situation looked familiar, Zhong Heng only thought for a moment and then suddenly realized: "It's an itching medicine."

Itching medicine is a kind of elixir used for pranks, and it is not known which elixir is a by-product after the failure of alchemy cultivation. It can be used externally or taken internally. The effect of external use is poor, only the skin and flesh are itchy, and if it is taken internally, the internal organs are itchy, but it still can't be scratched. I heard that there was once a person who was poisoned with medicine and failed to relieve it in time. In the end, his chest was scratched open due to itching, and most of his life died.

Zhongheng had never tasted that kind of itching that made him feel like he was dying, but he knew it was uncomfortable from the performance of this indigenous boy. He took the bone knife away, and patted the boy's cheek with the back of the knife: "Hey, can we talk now?"

At first the indigenous boy endured the pain, but he couldn't bear the pain, and then he couldn't help it: "I said, that person, that person is in the tribe."

This time he really opened his mouth, and Zhong Heng continued to ask without delay. Such as what is his name, what is the name of the tribe, how many people are in the tribe, where are those captured by the hunting team locked up, and so on. During the period, the longest time the boy held his breath was only a dozen or so breaths, and he vomited everything he knew.

Finally, Zhong Heng asked, "What did your tribe arrest those monks for?"

Hearing the words, the young man was puzzled at first, and then replied as a matter of course: "Everyone on this island is our prey."